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Hyde scares me. He’s so jittery. And Rock is so big he could crush my skull like a walnut. Where Kinkaid is rugged but controlled, the others are wilder and less known.

Strange that I sense that after such a short amount of time.

I shut my eyes and focus on opening my throat and letting him control my movements. He groans and shudders as I bob my head, tasting his increasing pleasure and his dick swell inside my mouth.

His fingers tighten against my scalp, and I stare up at him, right into his eyes that have shifted to a deeper, ocean-at-midnight shade. I keep sucking, watching his jaw tic as he grits his teeth, bracing for release. I give him my all, sucking hard, working my clit. “Don’t stop,” he grunts, jerking me so hard onto his dick that my nose touches his abs.

My clit pulses with my heartbeat as I tease my slickness through my labia and around the bundle of nerves that are screaming for stimulation.

“That’s it,” he all but growls. “Touch yourself while you suck my fucking cock.”

I strum my clit, so close that I’m dangling between pain and pleasure, heat pooling in my belly as I let my body sing as he uses me.

“That’s it,” he repeats. “That’s it. Come again, princess. Come while you’re sucking my dick.” A waver in his voice tells me he’s getting close to losing control. “Take this big fucking dick all the way… yes…”

The last word is breathed out as his dick jerks, sending hot cum streaming into my mouth. I swallow reflexively, and he groans like I’ve pressed a hot poker against his skin. If his friends hadn’t heard us before, there’s no way they missed this.

He tugs my face from his lap and releases me, staring down at me with such awe that it’s like I just unlocked the doors in the place and showed him the path to paradise. He cups his dick and shivers, licking his dry lips.

“God, you’re good at that.” He laughs lightly, and I smile, pleased, shaky, and totally in awe. In exchange for my sister’s freedom, I can give this man what he needs. All my life, I’ve pushed through hardship to get to the to the other side. And this doesn’t feel too much like hardship; not when it comes with a side of white-hot pleasure. Not when I get such a kick out of watching him lose control.

Kinkaid, handsome, even-tempered, giving, and controlled is the easiest of the three.

But I can’t hide in this room with him forever.

At some point soon, I’m going to have to face two men who might not be so careful with me.

8

HYDE

GETTING THROUGH

My right leg is jumpy as fuck, but that’s not unusual. If I’m sitting and resting, at least one part of my body will be in motion. If it’s not my knee jittering, it’s my hand tapping or fingers drumming. Sometimes, I click my tongue against the roof of my mouth. Kinkaid hates that one the most. I guess it’s fucking annoying when you’re not the one doing it.

The TV is playing, and I’m looking at the screen but not concentrating. I don’t give a damn about this stupid show. Who wants to watch people trading their old shit that they think is valuable to some snooty guys at a pawnshop? It just makes me think about being fucking poor and never having enough, always trading and bartering, robbing and taking.

I hate this fucking prison, but at least I don’t have to worry about where the next meal is coming from or who might want to kill me because I’m trying to scratch out a living.

Rock’s watching some broad on the TV with a ring that’s fake, his big body folded into a too-small chair, shoulders spilling over the back. I don’t know if he’s taking in the show or wishing he was in that room with that pretty girl, letting all the tension in his body spill out between her creamy white thighs.

Kinkaid’s groaning is tearing at my restraint. They want me to be patient, but they know I don’t have it in me. Not really. I try, I pretend, but inside, what I want claws at my edges, trying to force its way out between the cracks.

There are a lot of cracks.

It’s been five years, three months, two weeks, and four days since I had my dick buried inside a nice wet cunt. Five years ofmy godforsaken life. And now there’s one less than fifteen feet away, and I can’t get in cos my buddy is getting there first.

If it was anyone else, I’d have bloody knuckles by now.

But Kinkaid is like a big brother. He always looks out for me, even when I’m at my most fucked up. Especially when I’m at my most fucked up. He’s not trying to be mean. He’s doing it because he knows I could make everything go to shit with my impatience and unpredictability. I’m good for nothing except fighting.

My nerves are shot to shit.

I stand abruptly when Kinkaid’s rumbling moan echoes again, pace two steps, then spin and pace back, slumping back into the chair. My cock is thick and hard, my balls tight and aching. I could spill with two pumps just thinking about what’s happening in that room.

Maybe he has her on her back, legs hooked over his shoulders, bent like a pretzel while he digs into her pussy. Maybe he has her on the floor, kneeling between his legs while he forces her to deep-throat his cock. Maybe he’s lapping at that sweet little honey pot like a kitten at its milk bowl, tasting all her cream. I want all of that and more. But mostly, I just want to lie on my side with my face pressed into her soft, feminine body and listen to her breathe. Two naked people, forgetting the world for a while, getting lost in each other. If she ran her fingernails over my scalp or kissed my forehead, I wouldn’t mind. Maybe she’d let me fall asleep with her nipple in my mouth. I’d like that best of all.

My friends are worried I’m going to lose control. My mood is slowly sliding into the dark, tense place that feels like hell. All the tension is dragging me down, but maybe Lory has the power to bring me back. I think she could, with those liquid coffee eyes and long eyelashes, her tiny tits, and that big ass that I dreamed about. Maybe she could yank me back before I spiral. Ishould tell Kinkaid. It’d be one way of making him speed up this process.

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